Chapter 13

NATHANIEL

I was strapped to a bed, whimpering as the man drew closer with a syringe in his hand.

"I promise this won't hurt," he cooed with a smile.

"No," I cried, yanking at the bindings that held my hands and legs in place.

What the fuck was happening?

It took me a while to realize the thoughts weren't mine, but Ayra's. I opened my eyes, expecting her to squirm in bed, but she slept soundly, leaving me wondering if the thoughts were even hers.

"Go back to sleep," she groaned when I sat up on the bed.

"You can go back to sleep. I have to get to work," I replied, sliding off the bed.

When I looked at her again, she was curled into her side, deep in her sleep.

There was a shift inside of me. That was the only way to describe how I felt inside. It was as if I was attuned to her thoughts without even having to try.

Normally, I could get into her head or anyone else's for that matter, but it would take effort. My demon was calmer than usual